I seem to think of blog posts quite a bit but then never find the time to flesh them out. So, then nothing happens. Because, well, you know. Yeah.
So, I thought I'd share some randomness.
I have a bizarre obsession with organizing the bottles. I think it is because it's the only thing I seem to have control over so I want them to be in their proper places. I have a very specific pattern to how I wash them each day. And, then, I have a very specific pattern of how I organize them to dry. It's weird, I realize. And, I'm ever so happy when someone else is able to wash them (like if the babies are asleep during the hour or so that I have a helper on hand) but it makes me CRAZY when they put the bottles out to dry all willy-nilly. There's a SYSTEM people!
Crazier still when the one babysitter put the dry bottles away just all out of order. I mean (and this is coming out really weird and obsessive and I may have a problem) there's a place where the big bottles are, then the small storage bottles, then the nipples, etc. And, it's pretty obvious. But, she just put bottles wherever. OK, so it really doesn't matter how they're set up when they dry -- just makes me feel better if they're organized. But, seriously, how do you not follow the established organization putting them away? I really wanted to take her aside and ask her what her kitchen cabinets look like. Because, it felt like the equivalent of just randomly putting glasses and plates and bowls all willy-nilly (because I feel the need to say that more) rather than stacking them where they belong.
This same particular babysitter seems to think that you need about a quarter of a cup of dish soap each time you wash something. We've had to have a discussion... We've had to replace the dish soap three times in two months! A dollop, people! She also didn't really seem to understand how to hand wash/rinse bottles. I'm guessing she's never had to hand wash anything before. (And, yes, we could wash them in the dishwasher but it seems a waste of water as well as taking as much or more time, really.)
While we're on strange dish obsessions... I find myself also obsessed with the organization of the dishwasher. Especially the silverware. And, (truly this is all sounding more and more pitiful as I put it to "paper") I feel a lovely sense of accomplishment when I manage to put the silverware away by "type" without missing anything. Um, that makes more sense in my head than in reality, I think.
It's possible that I've lost my mind. Or, I'm trying to focus on the few things I have control over since the rest of my days/nights are totally out of my control.
Um. Yeah. So, there you go. I go a month without a post and then post about my strange bottle obsession.
Oh, and the boys are 6 months (OK, nearly 7 months) and awesome.
This picture perfectly sums up their personalities. D has morphed into the happiest baby in the world. He smiles constantly. S is deep and contemplative. He's not just going to smile whenever you look at him -- no, you've got to earn those smiles. So worth it.
